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[hibana_incursa]

This one isn't specific to any one universe at all.

It could be Gwen's original universe. It could be a different fandom all together. It could be *anything*. The girl hops through the multiverse. It's bound to happen. Just...be nice if it's not a fandom I know and I get stuff wrong, okay?

BUT! just as before:

Post a quote. An image. A song. A starter. A meme idea we can roll with. Just gimme. Let's have some fun.

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End Game Dad!verse

[oldfashionedhero]

It had been a while since they'd been able to line up their schedules. Steve wasn't the type of dad that demanded dinner together every night, but he did like to see his daughter on occasion over the dining room table. Unfortunately, tonight's meal had been interrupted by reports of a bombing downtown.

Twenty minutes later they were on opposite ends of a building going up in flames trying to get as many survivors out as possible. He knew it was pointless to try to ask Gwen to leave it to the Avengers, she practically was one by this point. Instead, he listened for her check ins and tried to get as much done as quickly as possible.

"Twenty third floor is clear. Heading up the stairway. Gwen, check in."

[wecandobetter]

It's been a long week by the time he turns into Sarah's driveway, the Louisiana sun setting in the background. He's back early, but it still feels like it's been too long as he gets out of the truck and makes his way up the porch. The mission had gone well enough and he'd done the hard work of putting Steve's shield to rest in DC. It'd felt like the right thing to do. If not the only thing to do. He wasn't Steve and he sure as hell didn't look like him. Even if no one had said it out loud, he knew how the world felt about a black captain America. That wasn't reason enough to give up the title Steve had given him, but he'd be lying if it hadn't played a part in it. He wasn't Steve and he didn't need to be. Falcon was enough for him and it still allowed him to do what he needed to on his terms.

Still, there was a reason he hadn't told Gwen about the ceremony in DC. As close as they were, he didn't know if she'd understand or want to understand why he'd give the shield away. He'd planned on talking to her about it, but then he'd gotten called up for his mission and there just hadn't been any time. He's sure she won't be happy that she had to learn about it on the news rather then from Sam himself.

He let himself in through the kitchen side door, sniffing appreciatively at the gumbo on the stove and ruffling the heads of his nephews at the kitchen table. Sarah gave him a sympathetic look and glanced towards the stairs. "She's in her room."

Technically, it was Sam's old bedroom, still full of the posters and remnants of his high school career. There was a few yearbooks that Gwen had been quick to bring out and laugh at his school pictures and the short lived dance group he'd been a part of. It still had his name on the door, though Gwen or one of the boys had marked it out and put hers under it. He knocked on the door.

"Hey, Gwen. I'm home."

Crawfish 101 a.k.a. adopted family bonding

[fishybusiness]

The seafood boil took time, it was an art really as much as anything, and the big old pot that it boiled in smelled like every rich spice and flavor that the sea could bless you with rolled into one delicious aroma. Sarah lifted off the lid on the pot, which could hold approximately three small children, and gave the bubbling contents a good stir, clams, bright red crawfish, shrimp and blue crab along with chunks of ears corn and halved lemons and whole red potatoes. It had boiled for hours until the scent was drawing people in from across the way.

That was about when it was done and Sarah hefted the big pot off the heat and to the dump table where it was, aptly enough, dumped. A self serve banquet awaited from there. Gwen was encouraged to help herself to some of everything, except the beer. Sarah made that very clear. But took a seat next to her to instruct her on the finer points of how to 'properly' eat crawfish. In truth there were as many right ways to eat it as there were family recipes for gumbo in the NOLA.

"Well there are traditional ways to eat crawfish, most people just eat the tail meat and that's fine. It's good. That's where the meat is." She demonstrated by pinking up what looked like a miniature lobster giving it a twist behind the legs and separated the head from the body. She gripped the exposed meat with her teeth and pulled it out and chewed the tail meat. Her other hand still held the head, and after she finished chewing she held that up as well.

"Now the real Cajun thing, is bite the tail, suck the head. See when you boil the crawfish all the seasoning and flavor gets steamed and goes right up to it. So you just put it to your mouth," She looked at her expression and laughed. "No, I'm not kidding." She put the edge of the crawfish where she'd broken the tail away to her lips and sucked out the juice as one might suck on a lime when doing a shot.

She tossed the finished crawfish down and sipped her beer. "And that is how you eat crawfish. But you don't have to do the head if you don't want to." She snickered thinking that might be a bit much for the girl.